If You're Going to Do a Job
Gilda let out a content sigh as she lay comfortably on her back, her bikini top unhooked to prevent any tan lines from forming…even though she had no idea how that was even possible! Seriously, she was covered in fur and feathers yet somehow, she along with the rest of the dweebs that lived in Equestria could get tans or even sunburns. No doubt it was the work of Discord. That or Celestia just wanted to mess with them.
While these thoughts lurked in the back of her mind, they stayed put as they were not important enough to distract her from her job. And what a fucking amazing job it was. She was dressed in a black bikini top and matching thong bottom, soaking up the rays of the sun as she lay on the beaches of Silver Shores. The sounds of waves hitting the shores almost roared in her ears, yet its rhythm was such that it might loll her to sleep. Behind her was a rocky wall, with stairs for those wimps who couldn’t fly stationed every so often. There were even areas where the rocks jutted out, providing natural shade for those who wanted to get out of the sun. Perhaps there were other sights to see if she went exploring down the beach, further away from the beach house that had been provided for her.
…Well, not just her.
“I’m back! Sorry it too so ARK!”
Gilda fought the urge to roll her eyes as she looked behind her to see her actual job standing there, staring at her with a massive blush on his face. It was an earth colt…er, stallion actually as he had recently turned eighteen. Overall he looked extremely plain with his brown coat that matched her own, though there were a few white patches centered around his hands and hooves. His mane would have looked black to most eyes, but she could tell it was more of a dark chocolate brown and down in a comb-over style that looked like it should have been on a much older stallion. As for his body, she got a good look at it as he was wearing nothing but dark bathing trunks that hid his cutie mark. It was…a little above ok in her opinion. She could tell me worked out, but there was still just enough fat on his body to make him look both lean and soft.
Currently this stallion, Market Fresh, was holding two smoothie cups in his hands while his arms were being used to shield his eyes.
Sighing to herself, Gilda re-hooked her top before getting into a sitting position while trying to not look annoyed by her ‘coltfriend’. Instead, she forced a small smile before sitting down on the blanket meant for both of them and accepting her drink.
“Thanks,” she said as she brought the straw to her beak. While sipping the fruity drink that cooled her core wonderfully, Market sat down next to her while trying to make it seem like he wasn’t nervous. Something he wasn’t pulling it off very well. Glancing over to her side, Gilda could see the large space between them even though they were sitting on the same beach towel. What’s more, he was focused on the sand in the opposite direction of her while his body seemed to be presently tensed up.
What made it all the worse was that other ponies could see this as well. She didn’t even need to look all that hard to find other pony couples close to their own age gesturing at the pair and laughing. Hearing what they were saying was a bit more difficult, requiring her to strain her superior griffon ears to listen in on them over the waves. Like that was going to happen. Besides, what she could make out told her all that she needed to. That her job wasn’t going well.
Finally, after maybe a day and a half of avoiding this conversation, Gilda decided to be upfront with her ‘coltfriend’.
“You know,” she began, only to stop when he flinched. Focusing on Market, Gilda watched as he began biting his lower lip. As if he were mulling something over. Rather than continuing to speak, Gilda decided he would give this guy a chance to speak. She’d give him until she got halfway through her drink to do so but, if he didn’t have the guts to do so, then she’d just do all the talking. Just like she had done since they had first met.
Thankfully, it didn’t seem to be the case this time. Though he didn’t look up from the sand and his voice was soft, barely audible over the waves, he did indeed speak.
“Look, this was a bad idea right from the get-go,” he muttered. As he did, Gilda could tell tears were beginning to form in his eyes. “I’m sorry my parents dragged you into the sorry excuse that is my life. Maybe if I had just put my hoof down then they would have listened to me. I’m just not good at this sort of thing.” With that, Market wrapped his arms around himself, looking ready to curl up into a ball at any moment. Ready to sink into a bout of self-pity.
And, if she were being honest, it was bringing out several different emotions within the griffoness. She had no idea why she, of all griffons, had been hired to do this. Sure, she had put up various posters asking to do odd jobs around various wealthy neighborhoods (making sure to mention that she was recommended by Rainbow Dash and the rest of her pony pals), but she had no idea how this couple thought that ‘pretending to be their son’s lover’ fit into that category. One moment they're asking her to come over to this really fancy house, offering her snacks, and then BAM! Please pretend to date our loser son. Ok, they didn’t say it like that, but the intent was there.
From what they told her as she sat there, mind still slowly rebooting from that request, Market was a good colt. Good grades, going to a good college, and wanted to run the family business once his parents retired. And this was when she began getting mixed signals from the parents. The mom was worried that he didn’t have any real memories of his high school day. No friend groups, no chilling out at a coffee shop, no marefriend or anything like that. The colt was a shut-in. So she had somehow roped him into going on this trip with a few of the other ponies in his class. As for the dad, well, he seemed more concerned about Market’s image. The older stallion didn’t want other ponies to think less of him. So her job was to pretend to be Market’s griffonfriend with the backstory that they had been penpals who got along well and were now dating. To get him on that beach, make memories, and make all the other stallions there jealous.
Why had she agreed to do this again? Oh right, it was the cash advance, all her travel expenses paid (including the ride here on first-class zeppelin), and a bonus. Though they didn’t tell her what she had to do in order to get said bonus.
There was a part of her that felt like a prostitute for even agreeing to this. That or a professional escort since she was just pretending to be his date.
At the very least, he wasn’t a creep. That was one thing that Gilda could give me. She had half expected when they were all alone for the first time that Market would show his true colors. That the shy colt thing had just been an act to fool his parents. That the true Market was a sack of crap with a massive superiority complex and bedding mares left and right. She had met a few griffons like that back in Griffonstone who had enough bits to pay whatever griffoness they wanted to fuck them. And perhaps Market would have been just like them as well, all talk and no action, spending his entire load after two pumps before falling asleep. But no, he really was that shy and nervous around others. It was kind of sweet…for a griffoness who had grown up in Griffonstone where everygrif was out for themselves.
Good thing they weren’t vacationing there. That place would eat this stallion alive and then sell his bones for the broth.
Still, there was something that needed to be said.
“You know, you’re not making this any easier,” replied Gilda. “What’s the matter? Upset that your parents asked a griffon to do this and not some pretty pony who-”
“NO!” shouted Market as he turned to look at her, startling not only Gilda but over half the beach as well. Heck, even the waves seemed to quiet down a bit as if the water itself had been taken aback. Gilda just stared into Market’s eyes, seeing what looked like passion in them. What’s more, he had moved closer to her when he had shouted, leaning to the side so that his nose was mere inches away from her beak. Then, whatever switch had been flipped inside of him went back to default as he moved away while that nervousness returned.
“S-Sorry about that,” he began, muttering as the crashing of the waves returned to their normal volume. “It’s just…the mares at school, they never…what I mean to say is that…I don’t know how my parents found out…I…look at griffon on pony porn.”
“What?” asked Gilda who, of course, heard him. Still, she leaned a bit closer. She had wondered why this guy’s parents hadn’t just hired one of his classmates to do this. Best guess, is they were afraid of what that mare would say once they were done, blabbing to all her friends just how pathetic he was or some shit like that. But now that she thought about it, his mother had looked like a snooper. Gilda could see it very clearly; the mare going around Market’s room one day and finding a stack of porn magazines featuring sexy griffonesses.
“I can’t remember when it all started. Heck, I can’t even remember the first time I ever saw one,” he said, his smoothie now long forgotten as he stared at the sand. “Just that, for as long as I can remember, to me they are the most beautiful beings in all creation. There’s just something so amazing about them that other ponies just can’t compare to. The fusion of feline and bird of prey, dangerous yet beautiful. Powerful and graceful. That’s probably part of why I always felt like an outsider. I mean, I know I’m not the most social pony around and that makes the rest of my classmates think I’m some sort of weirdo. But, if they ever found out about this…” With that, Market’s voice trailed off.
“Well, fuck them then,” said Gilda in a matter-of-fact tone before finishing off her smoothie. Market looked at her in surprise as she then tossed the cup over her shoulder and into a trash can. “I mean, hey, I get it. You don’t want to go to school dance number nine hundred and fifty this year or sing another song.”
Market brightened at that. “Exactly!” he said while looking her in the eyes, the spark returning to those orbs. “I get they want to have fun, but come on! There’s nothing wrong with wanting to work hard now so that I can have a good future where I never have to worry about bits ever again!”
“Preaching to the choir!” shouted Gilda as she got into the moment, throwing up her claws and laughing. When she lowered her arms, Gilda smirked as she began leaning a bit closer to Market who was still smiling. That is until he noticed the predatory stare in her eyes as she held herself up by her arms. Her wings flared slightly, giving the impression that at any moment she could pounce. “But having a little fun now and again helps relieve stress. And now that I know what you like to do to ‘relieve your stress’ behind closed doors, I just have to know: how do I compare to the griffons in those magazines you like to look at? Are you disappointed I’m not as alluring as they are?”
“N-No. N-Not at all. If fact…I think you’re way sexier than most of the ones in the magazines,” Market said, stuttering at first before whipping through his words at top speed with his eyes clenched shut. Like just saying that was taking real effort from him. As for Gilda, she caught every word causing her to fall to her side and freeze in place as if some stupid unicorn had cast a freezing spell on her.
“Wait…WHAT?” Gilda's voice rang out throughout the beach, sounding much like an eagle’s cry which pieced through the air.
“Oh no you don’t,” said Gilda as she managed to get back up. Now on her knees, she closed the distance between the pair. Looking directly at him with eyes that were dead serious. “You dug your own grave when you said that mister. Could have just said that I was just as drop-dead gorgeous or something like that. But you didn’t. So you better have a good reason to say that I’m hotter than mares who make a living posing so guys can jerk off to them.”
“Well, ah,” Market began, gulping slightly as he did. For a moment, his eyes shifted from side to side as if searching for help. Or perhaps he thought that Gilda would follow his gaze allowing him a moment to flee. Yet, when he saw that no help was coming and that the griffon’s eyes were locked onto him, he seemed to just resign in defeat.
That or he remembered that they were staying in the same beach house and she had a spare key. There was no getting away.
“I guess it’s the eyes,” began Market slowly, causing Gilda to raise an eyebrow. So he continued. “One of the things my dad has drilled into me is how to read pony’s body expressions. It’s to help spot somepony who's trying to screw me over or cover something up. So, when I look at those griffons, they do a really good job at pretending like they’re enjoying themselves. Like they’re having the time of their lives. But their eyes? I do my best to avoid looking at their gazes because it tells me they’re counting the seconds until they can leave. Your eyes, well, they’re alight with a flame. I noticed it the first time we met. It also helps that you have a natural beauty to yourself. No magical enhancements or anything like that.”
Gilda clicked her beak at that. Without looking down at herself, she knew she was a knockout. She wouldn’t say that her body was sculpted to perfection or any of that other cheesy shit, but her time flying and pushing a scone chart (along with all her other odd jobs) had given her a nice balance of firmness and softness all over. Her stomach was slender, but not overly thin so you could see her ribs when she stretched. As for her chest, well, she wasn’t some bimbo who had triple G cups that made the mere act of walking in a straight line a miracle. Instead, her breasts were well-rounded and full while being just large enough for a cock to be properly sandwiched between them.
“Well then, if you think I’m so hot, why are you always keeping your distance?” demanded Gilda, though her voice was no in a low hiss.
“I…don’t know….it’s my first time spending time with any girl my own age…I’m afraid I might do something wrong…don’t want that,” he muttered and mumbled. Gilda narrowed her eyes at him for another moment or two before a sly grin appeared on her beak. The waves then crashed against the beach, their roar drowning out Market’s cry as Gilda’s wing wrapped around his back. The shy stallion was then brought in close, his naked chest pressing into her as he felt the fabric of her bikini bra as well as the softness of her own body.
“Isn’t there a saying that goes ‘all good deals involve a little risk’?” asked the griffon with a playfulness in her voice. Yet, that didn’t seem to help the stallion as he seemed ready to hyperventilate! “Hey, look at me.” Thankfully, Market was able to do just that. “Don’t worry so much, ok? I’m not some bitch that will claw your eyes out if you look at me in a way I don’t like. Nor will bite your hands off if you touch me.”
“D-Does that really happen?” he asked.
“If you do something I don’t like, I’m giving you one warning,” she said, deliberately ignoring the question. “Just listen to me and I’m sure we’ll both enjoy the remainder of the trip. Or don’t and see what happens.”
Market managed to nod dumbly, his body relaxing somewhat as he began to touch Gilda. His hands started at her shoulders which was a decent place to start. He then closed his eyes as if to savor the texture of her coat as slowly moved down her arms. The hum she made told him that this was fine, his hands soon leaving her body before hovering over her waist for a moment before hesitantly resting his palms on her hips. Market just groaned at the contact which, in turn, caused Gilda to let out a soft purr.
“See that? Touching me isn’t that scary, is it?” asked Gilda as she moved her legs to wrap around one of his own. Then her eyes widened, an act that went unseen by the stallion who had his eyes still closed, for her leg had briefly brushed against his cock. While the contact had been brief, it had been enough for her to get a good idea of the member that had started coming out of its sheath. And…wow. While stallions lacked the cock barbs that griffon’s members had, they more than made up for that with sheer volume. Market’s cock wasn’t at full mast yet, but if she was even half right about what she had felt, then his dick was easily twice as thick and certainly longer than her best past lover had been. Put it short, he was a monster down there.
Damn. These ponies didn’t know what they were missing out on.
“Would you like to kiss me?” asked Gilda. The stallion opened his eyes before nodding. However, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes as he then planted a small kiss on her cheek. “Oh no, no, no. Like fuck I’m letting you do that.”
This time, Gilda took the lead. Her open beak shot towards the mouth of her shy date to press against his soft lips. This caused Market to let out a gasp, opening his mouth to allow her smaller tongue to enter. Now she could feel the fingers on his hands stiffening, her body becoming rigid as she began to taste him. For a moment, she thought that he would push her away before sprinting down the sandy beaches. But no such thing happened as his tongue, instead, before hesitantly moving to caress hers. Timidly it poked at her own as if he were testing to see if it were real, before slowly sliding over it. At the same time, his body began to relax a bit more as he leaned more into her body so that there was as little space between them as possible. Meanwhile, his hands were still as timid as ever while they slid down to her butt. But the soft coo she made into her maw when he squeezed those cheeks told him it was alright.
Bit by bit, Market was growing more comfortable with this embrace. His confidence began to grow, tongue sliding into her mouth. Soon it was like he had zoned out from the rest of Equestria, giving her all of his focus. So much so that it was clear he didn’t register the other ponies passing them by as his fingers began pressing harder into her ass. But Gilda, her superior instincts and senses kept her aware of everything despite how good this was getting. Her tail was slamming against the sand as she overheard one such couple. They tried to keep their voices low, but Gilda could hear them calling Market a freak before the sounds of giggles floated through the air. How did she know that Market didn’t hear a thing? Well, considering his personality, it was highly doubtful that his shaft would continue to grow if he heard that.
Oh fuck. She could almost feel that thing growing so long that it was almost slipping out of his trunks. It thrilled her to think of just how big it could get before it stuffed into her. So, the question was, did she want to just fuck this stallion? Well, she did think he was cute and now that he was opening up his personality didn’t completely suck. So, would he be one of those lays that she regretted? Well, that depends. If he managed to keep performing at this level, and kept going with the flow, then she was sure they would both have a good time with no regrets. That is as long as she got him away from the rest of these annoying ponies. If they did something to make him soft now then she really would be clawing eyes out and biting off hands!
Making a quick decision, Gilda pulled back causing Market to let out a small whine. He then looked at her, panting with wanton need. A need she was matching as she wanted this to continue as soon as possible.
Briefly, her eyes flickered over to the beach house finding a sight that nearly made her lose her composure. Oh, what the actual fuck?!? The stairway leading up to the beach house had large groups of those shitheads, some standing in groups while others were just sitting on the steps with towels on their heads. She would have to fly over them and she was sure that doing that would ruin the mood they were in right now just as much as them making any passing comments. Not to mention the assholes up in front of the beach house. Why the fuck were they there? Were they expecting Market to let them in so they could party and fuck inside? Like hell any of them would after what she heard! Then, her attention returned to where it was supposed to be as a new plan formed in her head.
“Not bad,” whispered Gilda with a purr, her eyes smoldering into his. “Would you like to go a little further? Or-” As she said this part, Gilda parted from the brown stallion as she stood. Once on her feet, the griffoness turned around so that her backside was facing him with one of her talons making their way to her thong bottom. She could feel the eyes of Market upon her as she quickly moved the bottom to give the briefest glimpse of her dripping pussy before pulling her digit away and letting the fabric snap back into place. “Maybe you want to go much, much further. Like all the way?” Market’s eyes widened looking like one of those damn hippie deer standing in the middle of the road.
“This can’t be happening,” he breathed while Gilda went down to grab him by the wrist before pulling him up onto his hooves. “Just doesn’t happen. Did my parents pay you to-” Gilda silenced him by placing a finger on his lips while the other hand went to his trunks. Thankfully, his back was facing the crowd so he couldn’t see them nor could they see exactly what her hand was pressing against.
“Forget about your parents and what they want,” she said as she closed the distance so that her breasts were once more pressing against his chest. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that he couldn’t feel her hardened nipples poking through the fabric, informing him of how turned-on she was. “Because right now, I don’t give a fuck what they’re paying me to do. I’m doing what I want to do right now, in this moment. So, I’m asking you, what do you want? Say it.”
Market looked at her for a moment longer, no doubt considering her words. Then, when something in his eyes told her he was ready to speak, she lowered her finger. “I want to at least try going all the way with you.”
Smirking, Gilda parted away as the hand that had been resting against his cock moved to grab his wrist. Then, much to his confusion, she began leading him down the beach.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for the pair to find a nice secluded area all to themselves. Perhaps no more than ten minutes of her leading the stallion, her hips sashaying while her tail moving in rhythm. Here, there was another rock formation that went from the rock wall and stretched out to the ocean while standing nearly as tall as them. This forced the couple to go out into the water to get around it, yet not even the cold water could do anything to put out the fire of their shared desires. Once on the other side, it looked like this area had less upkeep but the sands were mostly clean.
More importantly, there were no annoying ponies there to bother them.
After a moment or two of looking around at the empty beach, Gilda’s hands reached behind her to undo her top with her back facing Market. She allowed gravity to do its thing, allowing the material to just fall into the sand without a care in the world before peaking over her shoulder. Her date’s breath was caught in his throat, but this time he wasn’t covering his eyes. A good sign. With a smirk, the griffoness looked ahead of herself once more before her fingers went to the sides of her thong bottom. As she pushed it down, Gilda made sure to bend while sticking her rump out at the only one there. Even making a little teasing show of it by wiggling her ass. A pity the air was heavy with the scent of salt or else he could have gotten a whiff of her scent.
Once her bottoms had been kicked off to the side, Gilda turned to present herself to Market. As she did, her breasts jiggled slightly now that they were free of their confines. What’s more, she even placed her claws behind her back so that he could see everything she had to offer. Everything he could play with and she could use on him.
“So, you finally get to see a griffon in the nude in real life. Is it everything you dreamed of?” she asked.
“I think…I died and went to paradise,” he managed to say.
Gilda cocked an eyebrow at that. “Really? Pretty sure a paradise would have horny griffonesses as far as the eye.”
Imagine her surprise when Market shook his head. “No. I don’t want some cheap, mass-produced and low-quality items to give me pleasure. I would rather have something that is one of a kind and higher in value.” Ok, as weird as that sounded, it was really touching. Enough to make her blush.
Taking a breath, she raised her hands to lift and cup her breasts. “Well then,” she began with a sultry moan, the tips of her talons moving to touch her own hardened nipples. “What are you waiting for? Time to find out just how unique I am. Find out all the different ways to make me moan or scream out your name.”
Market didn’t need to be told twice as he closed the distance between them. While his hands went to her tits, his mouth went straight for her neck. An action that surprised Gilda as she thought he would have smothered his face between her breasts. And perhaps that was his plan as she was taken aback by his administration. Small licks and kisses started at her neckline, moving down to her where her neck met her shoulders. The sensation there caused her paws to dig a little deeper into the sand, wings stretching out as she allowed herself to coo gently. Ok, this was another thing that ponies had over griffons and it certainly was enjoyable. Then, when he got to her collarbone, his kisses became more forceful as suction was added into the mix. And his hands! They had been shy at first, lightly squeezing her breasts with the gentleness that came with being a timid newbie. But that changed as his hold on them became rougher by the moment.
Gasping and breathing a bit harder, Gilda managed to reach down with her claws. She had to rely solely on her sense of touch to find and undo the knot holding his trunks up. Once that pesky knot had been undone, she managed to loosen his swimwear so that it fell down into the sand. Now his cock was pressing against her side and Gilda had to close her eyes as she took on how it felt. Oh yeah, mama likes! It was everything she thought it would be and more. Reaching down, she tried (yes tried!) to wrap a claw around the shaft. As soon as she felt comfortable with her grip, she began stroking it. Already she could feel the pre as it lightly trickled down the shaft and onto her claw, tempting her to stop and lick her digits in order to get a taste.
Now Market was moving downward, his tongue pressed against her fur as he took in all the sweat and whatever else was on her fur. Not that he seemed to mind as he drew closer to her cleavage. When he reached her right breast, he gave it an extra hard squeeze causing Gilda to cry out. She would have shouted at him that that was too hard, but before she could his lips had found her nipple. His tongue rolled over the nub, sending shock waves of pleasure to run down her spin that mixed wonderfully with the previous sensations until the new wave canceled out the old. From there, he began to get a bit sloppy as he began to open his mouth as far as he could before loudly licking her breast in the same spot. It was so wild as if he couldn’t contain himself anymore. When he went to her opposite breast, he lacked any control as he just lapped at her body as if he were a wild animal that had found a tasty treat.
Suddenly, he dropped to his knees causing his lubricated cock to slide out of her grasp. Looking down, Gilda saw that he was staring at her slit watching as her fluids slipped through the tightly closed lips. After all, she wasn’t a winking mare or anything like that.
His timidity seemed to return for a moment as he slowly, hesitantly reached out with the same reverence one did when reaching out to take hold of a holy object. When he did finally make contact, he used his fingers to spread those lower lips of hers.
“Thirsty big guy?” asked Gilda, her breath a little huffy as she looked down watching her own breasts moving up and down with each lungful of air she took. “Go on. Have a taste.”
She felt his tongue before her brain could register that he moved. Ok, the list of positives that ponies had was increasing. Fuck, this ponies tongue was moving deep inside her, somewhat stretching her inner walls in a way that no griffon back home would ever do. He moved in deep, his tongue thrashing around wildly. There was no exploring, no trying to find that sweet spot. It was just moving around the place trying to find as much of her juices as possible! Juices that he was clearly enjoying as Market pressed his face against her legs.
This was getting to be too much for Gilda. Her beak was clenched shut, claws moving through the stallion’s mane to keep him in place. Her head rose slightly as tears of pleasure were beginning to form. Ok, this was intense. One moment he’s thrusting his tongue back and forth as if it were a mini dick only to then change rhythm by pressing against random areas of her inner walls. And with his hot breath blowing against her clit it was…it was…
A loud screech filled the air, Gilda’s wings extending right before her body became stiff. She could feel her release flowing out of her, flooding down her legs and onto the face of the stallion. In this state, she was unable to push him away or even slacken her grip. Not that he seemed to mind as she could just barely hear a series of gulps as he drank up as much of her orgasm as he could.
Perhaps thirty seconds passed after her juices stopped flowing and Gilda had enough of her wits back to move Market’s head back. Now she saw the damp clumps of fur around his mouth, his tongue slightly sticking out. The look in his eyes, it was like he was slowly coming out of a trance.
“I thought I was going to die,” he whispered. “And what a way to go.”
“Not yet,” said Gilda. “We’re far from over.” With that said, Gilda’s hands went right to his shoulders before roughly pushing him back. The moment his backside made contact with the sand, Gilda pounced on him. Or, to be more specific, his cock! Now that she could see the black member, it was almost enough to make her feel a little timid herself. Who wouldn’t have second thoughts when you’re staring at something that could be half an arm’s length? And its thickness. There was no way she was going to be able to fit that in her mouth. Her beak would get in the way.
But, thankfully, she had other plans.
Using both her claws, she held the member in front of her. Once that was done, Gilda leaned her beak as close to its base before inhaling deeply and taking in all his musky scent. It was so strong that she had to close her eyes but in the best of ways. Letting out a lustful sound that was somewhere between a moan and groan, her beak trailed up the length of the shaft inhaling the entire time until she reached the head. The scent there nearly made her mind go blank with lust, her face no doubt showing it. How could she help it? The scent of his pre cum was just so rich!
Not wishing to waste any more time, Gilda opened her eyes as she went to work on the tool before her. Eyes opened and locked onto Market’s, the griffon’s tongue began to circle around the flat head of his shaft. She moaned soft coos as the salty flavor made contact with her taste buds, her wetness returning. Over and over, her smaller tongue circled the flat head, lapping up as much of the tasty treat as she could while it seemed to endlessly produce more. Eventually, she moved to give the rest of the pillar of flesh her attention. Her stallion until the end of this vacation bucked a little as she gave his pleasure maker long licks while lowering her head. The more she slicked, coating it in her saliva until the light of the sun began reflecting off of it, the higher her moaning became. And when she reached his heavy sack, her beak dove in to press against it while at the same time inhaling deeply. Again and again, she took in that scent that made her head dizzy with want, her tongue sometimes trailing out to press against the thin skin.
When it was time for her to come back up, Gilda leaned forward so that his cock rested between her breasts. She listened to his ragged breathing as her flesh wrapped around his member, hands pressing on the sides of her breasts to give the right amout of pressure.
“Come on big boy,” she said in the huskiest tone she could, her bedroom eyes focused on him. As she spoke, her torso began to bounce slightly. “Give it to me. Spray that hot load all over my face. Feed your little birdy all your seed.” Her motions began to increase, her tongue sticking out to lick the head whenever it was close enough to her beak. She kept things going like this, sometimes just jerking her upper body up and down before stopping to move only her breasts in opposite directions. It didn’t take long for this to affect her date, his fingers digging into the sand while his teeth grit. She could tell he was getting closer. So much so that-
Without warning, a thick rope of cum launched out of his cock and interrupted her thoughts. The hot mess began to coat her feathers, her senses being overwhelmed by its touch and odor to the point where her mind went completely blank. Her entire world seemed to go white with the only thing she was able to hear was the crashing of the waves. When it was finally over, Gilda could feel her entire face covered in his seed, and was now either rolling down her neck or dripping onto her breasts. But, that wasn’t the only thing. Market’s cock was still hard! He was still laying there, eyes staring at her and looking like he would begin apologizing at any moment. But his member still looked ready to go!
And so was she.
“Come on,” said Gilda as she grabbed the stallion’s wrist, pulling him up along with her. “We’re not done yet.” From there, she pulled him towards the water. The waves crashed against their legs with enough force that a lesser griffon or pony would have been knocked down. But the two continued, the water getting deeper at an impressive rate. Only a couple of yards out and the ocean’s water was touching the underbelly of her breasts.
Figuring this was as good as any, Gilda took a deep breath before submerging her head. There she stayed for a moment, washing the cum off her face. It was a pity as she wanted to scoop it up before lapping it off her hands. But she really wanted to get to the main event.
When she felt most of it off her body, Gilda burst out of the water while throwing her head back to send flicks of water behind her. Panting hard enough to make her noticeably move with each intake, she opened her eyes to see that Market was still looking at her the same way he did when she first stripped for him. Slowly she moved towards him, kissing his chest while her hands positioned his cock against her tight hole.
His hands seemed to instinctively move to her rear as she began lowering herself. Oh yeah, this was getting speared! She had heard others complaining about how they felt like they were going to get split in two by some dick, but Gilda had always just rolled her eyes when she heard this. Thinking that they were just whiny or over-embellishing. Well, this certainly felt like it as her walls were stretching more than they ever had before, even when she used that really big toy she kept in her room on those lonely nights. She was being stretched this much and all that was in her was just the tip of the head! But Gilda was not one to give up. She wanted this monster inside of her, even if it ruined her for life!
So, as she took deep breaths, she continued to slowly sink deeper onto it. As his cock continued to expand and destroy her tight tunnel, Market whispered sweet nothings into her ears. About how good she felt, how she was so hot inside compared to how cold the water around them was. How he couldn’t believe he was fucking the sexiest griffon of all time. He probably would have continued to say such things had she not grabbed his head with her claws and forced him into a kiss.
Eventually, they reached a point where no more cock could be stuffed into her waiting hole. The two waited, allowing Gilda more time to grow accustomed while her clit rested on his medial ring. Then, when she was ready, Gilda began to move.
It was a little awkward at first, Gilda only having sex while standing once in her life while her partner was cashing in his V-card. She began to thrust up and down slowly, her breasts patting the water every time she used her feet to create motion. Yet, it was worth it to feel his member rubbing against every part of her insides. She could feel it stretching, her head rolling back as she felt her insides doing everything in their power to accommodate the invader that refused to leave her. There was pain, but the pleasure she received more than made up for it.
At some point, Market began to take a more active role. Taking her hips, he began to lift the griffon up. On instinct, her legs wrapped around him while her arms wrapped around his head. She clung to him, eyes shut tightly as she pressed her breasts against the upper regions of his forehead. His hips were now at work, thrusting into her slightly as the head of her cock began pressing against the entrance of her womb while his arms held her body in place. The loss of power and control made the predator squirm as she began to pant. Girly noises escaped her as the pleasure inside of her began to compress into a tight ball that could explode at any moment.
As they continued to fuck, the waves became larger and a bit more powerful. More than once did a wave wash over them, coating them further in salt water and giving their coats slight relief from the heat of the sun. Yet they never stopped, Market standing his ground against nature itself in order to fuck this griffon thoroughly.
Finally, when she knew her pussy would never be the same again, she felt it. A blast of what felt like boiling hot cum compared to the icy water hitting the entrance to her womb and flooding it. She came suddenly, a piercing cry escaping her once more. It was mind-numbingly good.
She wanted more.
And so did Market.
The stallion, despite having his second orgasm, was still rock hard and had enough strength in him to carry her back to shore. He brought her to the rock wall where he allowed her to get off. Automatically she turned around and bent over, her claws pressing against the wall as she presented her hole that had globs of cum rolling down her legs. She then cried out as he reentered her, his medal ring rubbing against her clit with each thrust he gave. They could hear sounds coming closer, but both were too far gone to care. They were both lost in this haze of lust they now had for one another. The rest of Equestria, it didn’t matter.
When Gilda regained her senses, the morning light was hitting the beach. Her entire body ached, but it was a good kind of ache. The kind you got from amazing sex or a really good workout. Looking down, she saw Market, naked as the day he was born, laying next to her with a hand still cupping one of her breasts. As memories of their fucking on the beach began to return, the griffon noticed that they weren’t alone. Scattered all over the beach were dozens of other ponies all in their own love piles. Off to one side, she spotted three mares in a compromising position. Then there were two stallions laying on the sand, the mare they had been spit-roasting the night before still between them. Other lovers were there still in the same positions they were.
Grinning, Gilda got up and began looking for her bikini and Market’s trunks. With any luck, they could get back to the beach house before any of them woke up. And maybe she would inform the local authorities about the large group of naked high school graduates on the beach. Was it a bitchy move? Yeah. But, it would guarantee that nopony else would bother them for the rest of the trip.
